Under her almost bewitchingly divine gaze, Qin Jingchen wouldn't just accede to such a trivial matter, he'd agree to anything she desired, no matter how significant.
Yet, he softly murmured, "Then beg me."
The elderly Madame Qin rose and, taking Tiao Chun with her, quietly left the room.
Jiang Zhe was always aloof, and Qin Jingchen rarely had the opportunity to tease her like this. He was taking advantage of the fact that they hadn't seen each other for a long time and it was the festive New Year period. He reasoned Jiang Zhe wouldn't get angry, which emboldened him a bit more than usual.
"Come a little closer." Jiang Zhe's voice was naturally pleasing. Even when she spoke without much emotion, it was like casting tiny alluring hooks, let alone now that she deliberately softened her tone.
Qin Jingchen moved closer to her, his deep, intense gaze rippling. Jiang Zhe threw a punch straight to his chest.
